Allrightee everyone. I have already been sent many reviews (and I appreciate every one and would like a few more to satisfy my craving) and some have told me that I've got Wolverine's origin wrong. So here we go. I know! I have never been a Wolverine fan, to tell you the honest truth. In case you can't tell, Scott and Jean have always been my favorites. I chose Wolverine because I was fascinated by what I thought was his mysterious past. I haven't read any X-Men comics that were newer than the early 80's and as far as I know, they have never given his origin in the X-Men cartoon series or X-Men: Evolution (my favorite show.) All I knew was the basic summary of the 'Origin' story, which I read in a book. Past that, I made this entire origin up, because I thought that past that, they were still holding true to the mysterious past thing with Leapin' Logan. So there we go, I've started a speech now. The point is, though I don't really mind if you tell me anyway, I know I've got Wolvie's origin wrong. Thank you and enjoy this and all upcoming chapters.

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            Scott lifted himself off the ground with Magneto in one arm and Beast in the other. Unfortunately for his comfort, both were needed for their upcoming mission. He stared at the ground, fired his more powerful optic beams, and suddenly, as he had planned it, they were all being lift off the ground by the force that he was emitting. It wasn't a very comfortable ride, but before long, they were at the Blackbird door. Jean opened it for them and Scott turned off his beam.

            He rushed to the briefing room still with both of his passengers, and did a double-take as he entered the room.

            "What took you so long, bub?"

            Wolverine was sitting at the briefing table, drinking a beer!

            Scott dropped both of the men he was carrying in disbelief, much to Beast's dismay. "L-logan? Is that you?"

            Logan belched loudly then set his beer down. "Well, I think so. But Mesmero's a tricky guy; y'never know what he coulda done!"

            Scott fixed his eyes back in their sockets and looked angrily at his wife. "Jean," he said slowly. "Why didn't you tell me that Logan was up here?"

            Seeing the irritation on her husband's face, she responded just as carefully, but in a much less frightnening way. "Well, um Scott, I sort of thought it would be a nice, um, well, surprise?"

            Scott looked as though he was about to blow a gasket. His face went red and his eyes bulged. "A surprise? A nice little surprise? Is that it?" Jean nodded meekly. "Well, Jean I sort of wish that you could have told me of that little surprise before now, because that would have saved me a certain fight!!!" He motioned towards the floor where Magneto lay in a slump. Jean looked as though she was about to start an explanation, but never got to begin.

            Logan gave a cry of rage and jumped straight from his seat to the top of the table like a thunder bolt. "Magneto!!!" he spat in rage. He leapt from the table and unsheathed his claws in midair, his eyes focused intently on Magneto, and dove down towards him. He hit a point a scarce few inches from the chest of the master of magnetism and suddenly seemed to bounce off the air, knocking him to the floor.

            He gave another cry of animalistic fury and tried to dig his claws into Magneto, but was again repelled by some invisible force. He sheathed his claws, his eyes searching the room for some sign of what had happened.

            They focused on a concentrating Jean. When she noticed his eyes fixed upon her, she stopped. "I'm no Invisible Woman, but psychic forcefields are about as effective as hers. Sorry, Logan, but we need him for questioning."

            Logan gave her a look of pure venom and returned to his seat, breathing evenly in anger. "You don't know what he did to me, Jeanie," he mumbled under his breath.

            "Then tell us, Logan," said Scott, on cue. "What's been going on since you went overboard. We need to know."

            Logan gave another venomous look to Magneto this time, and began his tale.

            "Well, after chrome-dome over there decided chain saws made great weapons and fired 'em at the Blackbird, I decided I was getting' rusty at fighting, so I went after 'em and shot 'em down, but I went down too. I landed who knows where from here in the forest and tried to survive off what I found. I went deer hunting for food, but didn't bother with a fire after that first night, 'cause it--- didn't seem like the right thing to do--- yeah, that's it.

            "Anyways, Mesmero tried to bust into my head, but I told him it wasn't for rent, and with Jeanie's help, fought him off. For some reason, he never tried coming back. He also tried getting me to go to sleep, but I don't think I ever did. I might've dozed off once, but no harm came of it, far as I can tell.

            "That was when he came one for time. He- I don't know how he did it--- started puttin' images in my head. Scary stuff no man should have to see. Things like me dyin', things like all of you dyin', things like Silverback dyin'. It was bad stuff. No matter what I did, he wouldn't leave me alone, and I started thinkin' I was going crazy. I wandered the woods like I used to before I became… Weapon X.

            "Then, I saw it. Silverback was standin' right in front of me raising his arms up like he was callin' for me or something. He looked awful, just awful. All bloody and ragged. Then all I could hear was Mesmero laughin' throughout the woods. I said some words I wouldn't say in front of Kitty, and started goin' crazy all over again.

            "But then it was like Mesmero was cut off. As though he was gone, or something. In mid-laugh and everything. Then I could see Silverback again, but this time there was blood all over his claws. He looked like he was tryin' to tell me somethin'  but I'm no lip-reader, so I couldn't understand any of it. Except one thing--- 'Magneto's after both of us."

            Wolverine looked around to see the expressions of everyone, to see their shock, disbelief, and in some cases surprise. "After that, Storm saw me when she was flyin' back to the Blackbird, and I think you know the rest."

            Scott stood up as Logan sat back down. "All right, Logan, now we know more. Magneto's after you and Silverback, and it's my guess that the X-Men are just getting in his way. From what you guys told me on your com links, we're going up against Magneto, obviously; Pyro; Scarlet Witch; and Sabretooth. And Mesmero of course. Folks, it looks like we've got another Brotherhood of Evil Mutants to go against.

            "What they don't know, is that we have the advantage. They took Angel and Nightcrawler, and that's bad. There's triple incentive for going to Tibet. But we've got the advantage. We got their leader. Magneto's all ours. Let's measure the teams real fast and see how it works out.

            "For them, there's Sabretooth, Mesmero, Pyro, and Scarlet Witch. For us, there's Jean, Logan, Storm, Beast, and I. See what I'm saying? We have the advantage in numbers, power, and experience. With a few exceptions, they've never battled together. We most definetely have. Now granted, they've got quite a bit of muscle on their team, but it shouldn't stop us."

            Scott paused for a moment to look around the room, and his expression grew more serious. "People, this a big mission. Some of us may die, but keep the goal in mind. Silverback, Nightcrawler, and Angel are all prisoners over in Tibet, and we need to get them back. Use all your power you can, and there's no way we can lose."

            He paused to let it sink in then delivered the ultimatum: "Okay, team, let's go win some prisoners!"